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355 · Jan 2015
Breaking hearts
I hate breaking hearts
I do it unintentionally
I hate when people like me
Do you have to?
Do you like getting hurt?
If you have to be hurt
Like me
I break everyone's heart
346 · Jun 2015
Summer School
It's a waste of time,
There is a lot more to do
Than this. I could be laying
In my bed. But no,
I have to waste four hours
Of my day, sitting in the
Library, staring at the wall.
335 · Jan 2015
Dream
There is hope
You just need to learn to forgive yourself
Forgive others
It’s not all a dream
My dear
I hear your silent screams
You’re as happy as the sun
No one knows your heart is
Black like tar
You starve for the attention
For someone to notice
Life is a dance, dear
It can hurt you
Joyous, yet sad
In the end it’ll eat you alive
Darling just wait,
It’s going to get worse
You ask,
How?
I wrote this for school
321 · May 2015
Untitled
Save myself, or the one I care most of?
Why is all of this so hard?
How am I to choose with no one up above?
What is my heart if it's only a shard?
There is no one to save me now.
Is it because I drew the wrong card?
I will not soil the vow.
But the stinging bite of the evils in the night
They overcome me with a terrible height
And I still save no one at the end of the night.
318 · Jan 2015
Untitled
Life is a riddle
But you're stuck in the middle
300 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Love is nothing anymore
It's worthless
I can't even feel
My nerves have been ripped out
You hurt me
That's why I can't feel
You are worthless
You don't mean anything to me
All you do
Is hurt me to no end
I can't look at you
Without wanting to cry my eyes out
Who are you to hurt me like you do?
You aren't one of my parents
There isn't any reason you need to
Stop coming back into my life
Every time you do you hurt me more
You have left scars
On my heart
On my wrists
I didn't do it to myself
You did it to me
Hurting me
Physically
Mentally
Bruises left
Gashes open
The fear of the pain
Fear of you
Stop acting like you care
Because I know you don't
299 · May 2015
Untitled
Getting drunk on stolen alcohol is the best I've got right now
This smoke burns my throat, really bad.
I why would it though? It's killing me, but, isn't that what I want?
My life isn't treating me like everyone else,
Everyone else is happy, while I'm sitting in the corner of my room,
getting drunk. To numb what I hate, feeling.
I just want to get rid of all the pain in my life, you know? Just end it,
but that involves illegal things. What the hell,
you only get one life to live, why not have fun with mine? Do stupid things
that seem great in my mind, but are just bad.
I want to know how much I can get away with.. But I need friends to do it with.
If I don't then it's useless, I need to build the bonds again.
But all I'm going to do is sit in the corner of my room and get drunk off my stolen
alcohol, and smoke my stolen cigarettes.
It seems to be the only thing I can do, I don't have a car or a job, so I'm stuck here,
in my stupid little corner, full of no hope.

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